December 24th, 2022
The House Is The Point
“What do I care… / I’ve got my love to keep me warm”
—Ella Fitzgerald
This is for the snugglebug who slid into our bed with skinny limbs and bad dreams last night like many nights. That wasn’t the sleep quality I wanted! But what do I care! I’ve got my love(s) to keep me warm.
For some reason I wanted to say this: the strike really messed me up. The strike on top of the year on top of the pandemic on top of the violence and corruption overall. Kids deserve better! We all deserve better.
But.
That’s not the point.
The House is the point.
The House Is The Point.
Reading Piranesi in the filtered green shadow of Perrier at the pizza place on the morning of a failed go-live made it clear: THIS is the point. The living, the enjoying. The moments, even the misery, the sun, the speckled shadow, a bite, a wave, a smile. The day to day. THIS is the point. And THIS is where I’m living the dream, for real, I am. With these two snugglebugs and this great husband and the house of this amazing family I’d always dreamed of. Live The Dream. Live Your Dream. Every day!
Merry Christmas.